Reality Is O.C.& A.G.

[Verse 1: A.G.]
Ev'[ery]body wan' be Mike - nobody wan' be [?]Starks[?]
Niggers wan' [to] be Pac - Nobody wan'[ts to] get shot
We all want Heaven - Nobody wan'[ts to be] dead
We all get money - nobody wanna see the feds

Nobody wanna see the state - Niggers is straight buns
I heard he was snitchin' - all he was gettin' was 8 months
Say one line and walk away wit' her
Play with her - tray spitter - They say A' is the

Champ. Wanna shot? Can't wait nigga
Undisputed. A shame my longues [are] poluted
The nut cracker make me fuck faster
She love the way the sweat drip - never known the set trip

I read Kris, he set the Bronx on the map
And I love it when I see Big L['s] face on a plac
Right there on the wall, next to main attrac'
King of the city - gotta say Biggie was that (B. I. G.)

[Hook, A.G.]
You can't go up, without being down
Life wouldn't be special if we ain't have to die
Wouldn't care 'bout money if you ain't grow up poor
The reality - there's no triumf without tragedy